Pocahontas
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters—they belong to Namco (Tekken) and Disney (Pocahontas).
Summary: A group of English settlers, namely Mishima Corporation, embark on a journey in search to discover the 'New World'. The ship lands on a peaceful land, and they start digging in hope to find gold. A brave captain decides to take a look around the place—only to meet a native, the daughter of the chief of her tribe. The two fall in love, and they continue to see each other, despite the warnings given by their friends. But when an unexpected death of a member of her tribe, which results in him being held prisoner, the Indian princess must convince both sides before her true love dies by sunrise.
A/N: Right, I know what you're thinking… Disney and Tekken don't go together, right? Well, what if we use the most popular couple and blend their chemistry to create a remake of this tragic and spirited tale? Time and places used are exactly the same as used in the Disney movie—however, dialogues and scripts might be diferrent. Please R & R. Enjoy!
Note: Words in italics are meant to be singing/humming. Some Native American language (historically, Powhatan language) words are used here. Translations can be found by the footnote.
Colors of the Wind
Hwoarang had ventured deeper into the forest. He was sure that there might be 'savages' hiding. Or at least, a large campsite they inhabited. Tired, he kneeled by the waterfall. He scooped a handful of water. But he was surprised when he saw someone's reflection, hiding behind the high rocks. He washed his face, and continued to walk.
As he went, Julia followed him. She jumped between the small rocks on the river to catch up with him, who disappeared into the waterfall. Unsuspected, Hwoarang was hiding behind the waterfall, ready to shoot. When he saw Julia's shadowy figure behind the fogs, he jumped out and aimed the rifle at her. Julia stood still, and the two exchanged looks for the first time.
Hwoarang lowered down his weapon, slightly astounded. Julia's eyes showed signs of fear and strangeness. As the captain reached out to her, she turned around and ran.
"No! Wait. Please."
Julia ran, swiftly rushing between trees. She arrived in the river bank, and climbed in her canoe. However, before she could grab the paddle and row, Hwoarang caught up with her.
"Please!"
Surprised, Julia turned around. He's so fast!
"Don't run off," Hwoarang walked closer to her. "It's all right. I'm not gonna hurt you." He extended his hand to Julia. "Here. Let me help you out of there."
"Mattaque… natorath," Julia responded. Hwoarang sighed.
"You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you? It's all right." He smiled.
Julia stared at the hand. It looks friendly.
Listen with your heart
You will understand
Let it break upon you
Like a wave upon the sand
Hearing these words whispered by the wind, Julia smiled. Soft breeze surrounded them. Slowly, she reached out to the hand.
"Who are you?" Hwoarang asked.
Julia closed her eyes.
Listen with your heart
You will understand
"Julia."
"What? What did you say?"
The girl smiled. "My name is Julia."
Hwoarang grinned, placing his hands on his chest. "I'm Hwoarang."
Back to the English settlers, the men were still digging. Kazuya watched them, nodding. "That's it. Keep at it, men. Keep digging. It's got to be here somewhere."
Unknown to them, a group of Native Americans, led by Bruce, were hiding in the trees, observing.
"There's more of them down by the ridge," Lei Wulong whispered to Bruce.
"That makes more than a hundred!" Bruce said, gritting his teeth.
"Anything yet?" Kazuya asked.
"Nothing but rocks and dirt, sir," a tall, big man named King answered.
"Um, how long are we going to keep digging like this, sir?" Paul asked.
"Aye. We're slaving away, busting our backs day and night—" Bryan started, but Kazuya interrupted him.
"—for king and country, I know, I know. And I share your fatigue," the Mishima successor said, munching a piece of chicken drumstick. Bryan glared at him, annoyed. "Mmm, Lee? Lee?"
"Coming!" Lee came over.
"Dispose of this." Kazuya handed the unfinished meat to his servant. Lee grinned at Gon.
"Who's a good doggy, hmm? Who's a good doggy?" he asked playfully. Gon rolled his eyes. "Fetch, boy!" Lee threw the drumstick for Gon to catch, and left. As expected, Gon stayed on the spot. He yawned. But when the pet dinosaur saw figures of Bruce and his group, he started roaring. Kazuya heard him, and quickly shouted to the English settlers.
"Savages! It's an ambush! Arm yourselves!"
The men suddenly started to abandon their shovels and ran in directions to get their rifles. "Run!" "Arm yourselves!"
"Make sure every man has a musket!' Kazuya yelled to Lee. "Shoot!" When the bullets missed Bruce and the others, Kazuya started to get mad. "Them, you idiot! Where's that blasted Hwoarang when I need him!"
Jin grabbed a rifle, but as he ran, he clicked the trigger with the weapon facing backwards. It shot Kazuya between his legs, and it hit a barrel. Kazuya turned around, furious. Before he got to tell Jin off, he saw Lei's shadows moving between the trees. He aimed his rifle, and shot.
The shot hit Lei's ribs, and he fell to the ground. Bruce turned around, and ran to his comrade. "Lei!" Unfortunately, Steve had approached Lei. Steve went to kill Lei, but Bruce was fast enough to grab his arm. The two wrestled, and Bruce kicked Steve on the stomach. The British guy groaned in pain. Placing Lei's body on his back, Bruce told the other people. "Back to the village."
"Shut up. Shut up, you fools! They'll be back," Kazuya told the men. "Everyone, back to camp. Get the rest of the cannons ashore and finish building the fort!"
"Aye, Governor." They left to the ship.
"And you." Kazuya walked over to Jin, who was leaning against a log, holding his rifle. "Learn to use that thing properly," he said coldly. Jin looked down, ashamed. "A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot."
In the Native Americans' village, Jinrei was casting spells to heal Lei's wounds. "These beasts invade our shores, and now this," Michelle said, concerned.
Jinrei was muttering words, but stopped. He shook his head, regretfully. "This wound is strange to me." Lei groaned in pain, and other villagers were confused.
"We will fight this enemy, but we cannot do it alone," Michelle declared determinedly. She turned to Bruce. "Bruce, send messengers to every village in our nation. We will call on our brothers to help us fight." Bruce nodded, and left.
"These white men are dangerous," the chief continued. "No one is to go near them."
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Meanwhile in the banks of the river, Julia and Hwoarang were getting along—clueless to what was happening.
"It's called a helmet," Hwoarang said, as he watched Julia pondering about his helmet, looking fascinated.
"Helmet," Julia repeated, glancing at her own reflection on the shiny helmet.
"So, uh, what river is this?"
Julia didn't look up from the helmet. "Qui-yough-co-hannock."
Hwoarang twitched his eyebrows. "You have the most unusual names here. Julia… Chang."
"You have the most unusual name too. Hwoarang," Julia responded.
Hwoarang grinned, and suddenly Mokujin cut in between the two. "Hey! Is this bottomless pit a friend of yours?"
"Mokujin!" Julia said.
"Well, how do you do, Mokujin?" Hwoarang greeted, extending a hand to Mokujin. The wooden figure tilted his head, confused. Hwoarang laughed. "It's all right. It's just a handshake. Here, let me show you." He turned to Julia.
She didn't shake back. "Nothing's happening."
"Uh, no, no. I need your hand first." Hearing this, Julia slowly offered her hand. Hwoarang took it, and shook. "It's how we say hello."
Julia stared at him, captivated. She sat up straight, and waved her hand in a steady curve motion. "This is how we say hello. Wingapo."
Hwoarang repeated after her, following the hand motion. "Wingapo."
"And how we say goodbye. An-na." Julia waved her hand again.
Hwoarang grinned. "I like hello better." He placed his palm on Julia's. Suddenly Roo kicked him on the knee. Hwoarang frowned. "Yeah. I remember you."
"Roo just doesn't like strangers," Julia smiled.
"Well, I'm not a stranger any more," Hwoarang grinned at the joey. "Hmm. Stubborn little fellow, isn't he?"
Julia nodded at her pet. "Very stubborn." Roo hid his face in embarrassment behind Julia's braids.
Hwoarang was looking at Roo when Mokujin leaped and searched his bag. "Hey!"
"Mokujin, come back here," Julia ordered.
"Don't worry. He can't hurt it." Hwoarang narrowed his eyes at Mokujin. Mokujin opened the bag, found a compass, and ran to the tree. Curious, he knocked the compass on a large rock. Hwoarang's eyes widened. "Hey! What are you doing? Get—"
"Mokujin, bring that back!" Julia ordered again.
Hwoarang remained on his spot. "N-No, it's all right. He can keep it. Call it a gift."
Julia turned to him. "What was that?"
"My compass."
"Compass?"
"It tells you how to find your way when you get lost. But it's all right; I'll get another one in London."
Julia leaned in closer when she heard the name. "London. Is that your village?"
"Yes. It's a very big village." Hwoarang chuckled. Even though I'm originally Korean, he thought.
Suddenly Julia seemed very interested in the subject. "What's it like?"
"Well, it's got streets filled with carriages, bridges over the rivers... and buildings as tall as trees." Hwoarang moved his hands in the air, making a picture.
"I'd like to see those things," Julia said dreamily.
Hwoarang nodded. "You will."
Julia frowned. "How?"
"We're going to build them here. We'll show your people how to use this land properly, how to make the most of it."
"Make the most of it?" she asked curiously.
"Yes. We'll build roads and decent houses and—"
"Our houses are fine," Julia interrupted, slightly taken aback.
Hwoarang sat face-to-face with her. "You think that only because you don't know any better." Julia sulked at this comment, stood up and left. Hwoarang was surprised. "W-Wait a minute. Don't take it tha—" Roo prevented him from chasing after Julia. "Hey. Hey!" After successfully fighting Roo, Hwoarang stood up and ran after Julia, who was already rowing the canoe. "Wait! Wa-Wait!" He blocked her path. "There's so much we can teach you. We've improved the lives of savages all over the world."
"Savages?" Julia asked, her eyes widened when she heard the unpleasant word.
Hwoarang scratched his head. "Uh, not that you're a savage."
"Just my people," Julia suggested, clearly not impressed.
Hwoarang shook his head. "No. Listen. That's not what I meant. Let me explain."
Julia forced to row her boat, but the captain was holding it, preventing it from moving. "Let go!"
"No. I'm not letting you leave," Hwoarang gave her a knowing smile. Julia scoffed, and then jumped to a nearby branch, and swiftly leaped to the others. Hwoarang sighed. "Look, don't do this. Savage is just a word, uh, you know." He chased her, climbing the tree. "A term for people who are uncivilized."
Julia hung upside down from a branch. "Like me."
"Well, when I say uncivilized, what I mean is, is—" Hwoarang tried to explain, trying to balance himself. But when he reached for the closest twig above him, it snapped. As a result, he fell down, hitting tree boughs on the way. "Ow! Ouch!" He landed on the grass, and his helmet hit him on the head. "Yeow!"
Julia jumped down from the tree. She lifted up the helmet. "What you mean is 'not like you'."
"You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know
You don't know." Julia walked away. Hwoarang followed her in curiosity.
Julia stood on a cliff, grabbing a long stick and pierced it to the ground. "You think you own whatever land you land on. The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim." She walked over to a rock. "But I know every rock and tree and creature. Has a life, has a spirit. Has a name."
Hwoarang raised his rifle, aiming at a huge bear (A/N: Yep, it's Kuma). Before he could shoot, Julia lowered it down. Hwoarang looked at her. "You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you." They saw the bear and his cubs in a cave. "But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you'll learn things you never knew you never knew." The cub in Hwoarang's hands smacked his helmet.
Julia turned to look at the sky. "Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?"
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors…
Of the wind." She grabbed Hwoarang's hands. The two circled in the wind, and jumped down the waterfall.
Afterwards, they were running among the trees. It was Hwoarang's turn to be fascinated. "Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you." They rolled down a field of sunflowers. Julia smiled. "And for once, never wonder what they're worth."
The next thing Hwoarang knew, they were in a river. At this point, they were swimming to the surface. "The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends." They splashed out of the water.
"And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends."
The two had an eagle each on their arm. They lifted their arms, and the birds flew toward the peak of a sycamore tree. "How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then you'll never know."
By this time, they were standing on the cliff again, wind breezing on their face.
"And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind." They glanced at the sunset.
Julia walked to a rock, and scooped a handful of dirt. She sang to Hwoarang, "You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint
With all the colors…
Of the wind."
Hwoarang opened his hands, accepting the dirt. The two stared at each other until Julia's melodious voice faded away. The two placed their palms against each other, as if in trance.
But this moment of silence was broken by a sound of beating drums. Julia let go of her hand, turning to her village's direction. She looked terrified.
"What is it?" Hwoarang asked.
"The drums. They mean trouble. I shouldn't be here," Julia replied, walking away. But Hwoarang grabbed hold of her hand.
"I want to see you again."
"I can't." Julia shook her head.
"Please, don't leave," he insisted, not letting go of her hand.
Julia's face showed a hint of regret. "I'm sorry. I have to go."
She left. Hwoarang couldn't say anything. He sighed as he watched her leave.
Will Julia and Hwoarang get the chance to see each other again? Find out in the next chapter: The Council Meeting.
Translations:
Mattaquenatorath: "I don't understand you"
A/N: How do you like it? I've always loved Disney movies, and I think Julia suits Pocahontas' image the best. Drop me a line if you like it. At first I was gonna have Christie play the role of Nakoma and King as Kocoum, but I turned them down because I think Xiaoyu is closer to Julia and Bruce is firm-looking. You can't have King, who always wears a tiger mask, plays the role of the firm-faced Kocoum, can't you? Please review. Happy reading!